Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
"Story? You may need to take a seat." -he hesitate a little and clear your throat- "I am a member of the Ironwood Clan. You probably haven't even heard that name. We are a small family of tailors and smiths. From a young age I've always been expected to follow the uneventful life of my family... and for a while I did." -suddenly he feel a wave confidence- "But I want to do so much more. I want to be known to all, a name echoed through the lands. I want my crafts to be used by the strongest. I may not know much now I am just a simple crafter now, but I wish to unite all forms of smithing. I will be a master!"
